Kill Your Guts Out

It's time to die, so pick up a corkscrew
Gouge out your eyes and turn it to red goo
Open a vein and bang on the walls
Leaving a scene and the neighbors appalled

Suicide's met with an absolute glee
Blind all your life you can finally see
Gouging your abdomen with a dull spoon
Smashing your brains out all over the room

Writhing in gore and insulted in wrath
High guest of honor at your own blood bath
Go on and show us what death's all about
Grab a fork and a knife and just kill your guts out

You can't make me live my life
You can't make me buy my time
You cannot help me scream bye
You can't make me wait to die

Ramming an ice pick in the back of your skull
You drink blood as it punctures your throat
Pull all your teeth out with pliers and smile
"Slayer rules" is your suicide note

Stripping sinew from your arms piece by piece
Agony is your final best friend
Gurgling, laughing, and shrieking in pain
It's a madman's means to an end

Lead pipe opens the skull with a crack
Pry your face right off with a crowbar
Scoop the insides out and place in a bowl
And you now look like what you are

It's time to die
Why not cave in your ribcage
Life is a lie
So bring on the twelve-gauge

Bloodied and bent
On a violent ending
You represent
All the ever-descending

Suicide's fun and it's easy to do
It's a genuine thrill, it's the finish of you
Cutting your tongue apart with broken glass
Feel it flop in your mouth as you cackle and gasp

Grinning and grunting intestines are twined
Using a bread knife to sever your spine
Happily slinging your insides about
Vision is dimming, you've killed your guts out